Swades

Me and my conscience converse after listening to Swades songs on the way back home.

Enough is enough. I mean I seriously can't tolerate all the brain drain that is happening to India. (dont worry nowadays only idiots come to USA and that includes you)

The rich get richer and poor get poorer (you liked that concept .....remember you were rich back there), the caste discrimination (you were on a high when you heard that beautiful gals in your community can marry only guys from the same community) the constant pressure to get married only after settling in life (yeah..thats true someone needs to change that), instilling a thought that relationships are bad for the family (can't believe you believed that)

(finally the poor guy ends up with a zero in scoring chicks....er, less of personal feelings dude, this is a public blog), making oneself feel guilty when one starts to enjoy the pleasures of life (are you talking about the time when you were caught watching porn in a high speed bandwidth), the constant struggle one has to endure to move up (did'nt you enjoy trampling people and not give space to the old people in Tirupathi) ......all this I want to change (you better not for your survival).

Enough of sweating in a foreign country which is not my original motherland. I will return to India (Seriously, you need to be there to eat all those spicy food and enjoy the support that mediocrity has there)

The evolution of my desktop

So I am just going to take you through evolution of my desktop......

This was the desk during my primary and secondary schooling.......

Something like the above one was for my higher secondary.......

This was the one used in my college hostels. Why am I kidding myself. I remotely even cant dream having such a table in the University of Anna at Guindy!! You really dont want to know about my desktop in the dark dingy hostels of Anna. (Btw the way the workshop in the mechanical department made the furnitures for the hostels, it was totally pathetic!!)

My table when I was working at AL ( I mean preparing for my GRE).......

And my desktop currently in use....

That was Johnny Cash showing the middle finger. Qutie outspoken about his rebellious attitude.....

The US of India??

Finally here I am about to get exposed to the unkown world, about to learn other cultures, about to gain international experience, about to make gora friends/friendie and waiting to get laid, about to excuse myself for eating non-vegetarian food since there will be no other choice, about to get drunk beer daily like a coffee, about to wipe my ass with paper (again coz of no choice), about to miss my people back home, about to not to meet no more indians in this strange land, about to miss kollywood and bollywood, about to miss my dear south Indian food, about to....well never mind.

None of the above is going to happen because of other Indians who are already abroad (US), who already have Indian stores here (you get Achi and Sakthi masala here), because of Americans who think there is no need for Masters (which is a wise thought), because of staying with Indians for a couple of miles radii, because of staying with three tambrams (Strangely they dont drink alcohol and eat non veg and cook excellent south Indian food), because of theatres screening Indian movies, because of skype.............

So here I am at the US of "A" or wait is it "India". Hopefully as the semester rolls on, I will find the firangi friend , if not a US citizen atleast a chinese one!!

Printing Depression

It was as usual a depressing day because of two freak incidents.

My colleague in my department works at a corporate office and has access to critical data. So once he sent me a excel sheet with the critical data. Such critical data has to be processed so that it becomes a useful information for taking a decision. Now since this data was coming to me I thought I had to process such dull critical facts into useful information. I knew that this colleague of mine valued my highly acclaimed analytical skills. Moreover he saw that I wrote, " I truly consider the [me developed a complicated excel worksheet tool]  as an example of my analytical abilities" in my SOP to US universities. So coming back, I naturally started to analyse the crude critical fact sheet for information. Then that colleague of mine calls me and tells me to format the sheet properly for printing. I was pissed of for the rest of the day and when told him about my concern, he was startled for a second and then replied saying that "I dont want give you easy jobs and this complicated one should keep you occupied".  I thought he was a loser!

I also consider myself an  expert in project planning (In fact right from college I am an expert in MS word, MS  excel, MS paint, MS power point and recently MS project planning (this was because I just created a 500 line plan astounding everyone around me)). Now I was involved in making a template for the project plan for my company. Now one of my roomie who was  a design engineer was asked to create a project plan. Naturally he comes to me and asks me about how the plan works. After sometime he calls me again when I was in a meeting discussing the pros and cons of using note-pad with my colleague. He asks me to come immediately to his rescue. I rush to his cubicle leaving my important discussion. I reach there in a record two minutes. His hair is dishelleved and looks horrified. I thought the template would have weared him out and now he can relax because I was there to solve the most complex problem in his life involving critical path, milestones and resource estimation. He finally tells me,"Pl help me print this document. Format it for me to print". Now it was my turn to look horrified. 

After these incidents I think I am qualified for the highly esteemed job called Executive Director-Printers and Plotters. My boss had asked me to involve in a new project which he thinks I should be a part of. I am wondering whether it will be another printing assignment :(.